The Heart

April 14, 2009
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Oh, My sweet red cherry blossom tree.
It lives in both you and me.
It's guarded by a white, rickity, picket fence.
The branches can't help, but they dance.

It rains sweet, red tomato juice.
It helps to give the tree a little boost.

As the wind blows,
The bubbles keeping the tree alive and awake.

The soul of it all is filled with sour thoughts.
Wasted dreams.
And Unkind soil,
That has been sprinkled upon this beautiful world.

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